The musketeers all have cell phones

I took the church youth group to the New York Renaissance Fair today; it seemed the right thing to do, and the kids wanted to bring friends, so ten of us crammed into my co-leader's van and drove to the RenFair's permanent site in Tuxedo.

The thing about a RenFair is that it isn't a historical re-enactment of any sort, or even really a coherent excercise in fantasy, but simply a chance for geeks to dress up and eat funnel cakes. Oh, and buy stuff. Oh, and get their hair braided and faces painted. The level of historical accuracy makes 'Braveheart' seem like Clarendon's History of the Great Rebellion.

My writing cohort Devon was looking out for inspirational material for our joint project, "Seven Kinds of Awesome". That and a new fake fur tail. This is the sort of fine retail merchandise you can find there.

There's a drinking game that you can play at the RenFair. Every time you see someone in costume using a cell phone, drink a shot. An imaginary one in this case. I'd have been legless by four o'clock.

Good fun, prithee sirrah forsooth etc etc --